Poetry

In literature death is often symbolized as the Grim Reaper or a Dark Shadow. Words to describe the time of death have been written as Swallowed Up, Devoured or Losing the Fight. Such dark and negative connotations have been attached to Death in recent literature and surely contribute to our ongoing fears surrounding it.
I just finished a wonderful book, “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak. The book was narrated fr

By Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the lig

Amiga – Another poem by Ramon Sampedro:
Friend – who prevents you from fulfilling dreams
of soaring in flight past fear,
who now does not question the meaning of life
but that is in life its pain?
Above all the fear you start anew.
The eternal is always, always a new beginning.
Begin to live, begin to die,
and between certainty and doubt begin to dream.
In dreaming we begin to believe in life.
In love we b